Chick James lyrics

[Intro]
Huh, I, uh, I change, uh
b*tch, I'm rich as a rich b*tch
Uh, b*tch, I'm rich, I am rich, b*tch
I, b*tch, I'll fly to Ric mobbin', thumpin'
Uh, huh
I get in that mode, for real, my n*gga
Ayy, I be doin' this sh*t to the game, n*gga
(TNCDontPlayWithMe)
My n*gga, you know what's up with us, n*gga, for real

[Verse]
Bust a brick, baby, I'ma bust a brick, baby (Ayy)
You seduce me with no pus*y, I'ma f*ck my b*tch, baby (I'm cool)
Ayy, I know a couple n*ggas broke, ain't got sh*t, hatin' (Ain't got sh*t)
I thank Allah for this grind, that's what got me rich, ain't it? (I thank Allah)
Every dollar, every dime, I need every cent, baby (I need every dime)
I can't give up on the gutter, ayy, this gutter sh*t made me (That's correct)
Ain't no calmin' lil' P down, ayy, lil' brother get crazy (Ayy, lil'— uh)
First time I put it down was my big brother 3A (Baow)
Huh, I told Max to go knock Scotty down, he right on EA (For real)
Huh, I'm in court with all my jewelry on like, "f*ck the DA" (f*ck the DA)
Huh, we back-to-back with Scats and Tracks, we f*ckin' up the E-way (Skrrt)
I been prayin' for my brother, I run it up, now he hatin' (Damn)
Like how that work, n*gga? (How that work, my n*gga?)
I sat back to watch you ball, you had it first, n*gga (You had this sh*t first)
When n*ggas supposed to be your dog, that be the worst feelin' (That be the worst)
Huh, I pray they never play at all 'cause I'ma go kill 'em (I'ma go hill 'em)
I'm forever lit, I can't stand down for no n*gga (Yeah, boss up, boss down)
They know what up with us, my n*gga, this sh*t ain't no riddle (Yeah, yeah)
Help me run these millions up, my n*gga, and we gon' split them (We gon' split 'em)
A n*gga ever play with you, my n*gga, you better go kill 'em (Go kill 'em)
n*ggas always talkin' 'bout what they want, my n*gga, go get it (Go get that sh*t)
Huh, yeah, my brother run the red (My brother)
I miss my brother, I poured a tray a ticket to the head (I swear to God, I miss you, brother)
These b*tches ain't on nothin', I swear to God, these b*tches lame (These b*tches lame)
I'm runnin' off these drugs, I pop a Tesla, board my plane
They wanted smoke, them n*ggas died, just don't say my name (Hmm)
MIA, I'm in the sky on a paper plane (Yeah)
Huh, if you ever catch me cryin', it's 'cause sh*t ain't the same (It ain't the same)
I was broke, but I'm rich now, so I can't complain
Hmm, yeah, I'm rich, b*tch, yeah, I'm Chick James (I'm rich, b*tch)
A thousand 'bows of Mary Jane just like Rick James (Yeah, yeah)
Fifty-two thousand for this watch and this b*tch plain (Plain)
Hellcat, hear this b*tch growling when I switch lanes (Skrrt)
[Outro]
n*gga